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Social capital

  • less than 10
1 October 1978
there are no means for escaping this world
it penetrates even into your sleep and is his substance
you are caught in your own dreaming where there is no space
and held forever where there is no time
you cant do nothing you aren't told to do
there is no hope for escape from this dream that was never yours
the very words you speak are only its very words
and you talk like a traitor
under its incessant torture
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Social capital

  • less than 10